[Zam nods. Seems Jango had been as tight-lipped as ever when telling Boba what had happened. Should she be thankful for that? Zam’s not sure. It does place a very difficult decision squarely on her shoulders: does she tell Boba the truth?
The thought is appealing for the same reason that it’s repellent: it’s a chance to pull away the heroic facade that was -- is Boba’s image of his father. To have some small measure of revenge by having her own story replace his in his son’s memory: that the brave and steadfast Jango Fett had tried (and failed) to execute his wounded friend and fled the scene rather than face his true enemies. That he had left Coruscant a coward and a traitor.
But who would she be hurting then? Jango? Or his son? She sighs.] Things were… complicated. Jedi got involved. Jango… [’Go on. Say it.’ That he had seen her pinned by those two Jedi and judged that she was the one who had to die. That it would be quicker and easier, and that had meant more than the decade they had known each other. That it hadn’t been a murder of necessity or honor, but of convenience.] ...He thought I was dead. And I wasn’t really in a position to disprove that.
[’Coward,’ part of her hisses, but she ignores it. Maybe one day she’ll tell Boba the whole story. But not today. He’s been through enough already.]
I couldn’t go back to Kamino. And I couldn’t let Jango -- or you -- know that I was still alive. [And now that she’s made up her mind, she can’t actually tell him why. She stares at the stars, wondering if she’s made the right choice.]
this got long ;_;
The thought is appealing for the same reason that it’s repellent: it’s a chance to pull away the heroic facade that was -- is Boba’s image of his father. To have some small measure of revenge by having her own story replace his in his son’s memory: that the brave and steadfast Jango Fett had tried (and failed) to execute his wounded friend and fled the scene rather than face his true enemies. That he had left Coruscant a coward and a traitor.
But who would she be hurting then? Jango? Or his son? She sighs.] Things were… complicated. Jedi got involved. Jango… [’Go on. Say it.’ That he had seen her pinned by those two Jedi and judged that she was the one who had to die. That it would be quicker and easier, and that had meant more than the decade they had known each other. That it hadn’t been a murder of necessity or honor, but of convenience.] ...He thought I was dead. And I wasn’t really in a position to disprove that.
[’Coward,’ part of her hisses, but she ignores it. Maybe one day she’ll tell Boba the whole story. But not today. He’s been through enough already.]
I couldn’t go back to Kamino. And I couldn’t let Jango -- or you -- know that I was still alive. [And now that she’s made up her mind, she can’t actually tell him why. She stares at the stars, wondering if she’s made the right choice.]
I’m sorry.